The white clouds are leisurely floating above the mountains, and the gentle breeze blows, making it indescribably leisurely and comfortable.
The towering Qingyun Mountain is still the same Qingyun Mountain, reaching straight into the clouds with majestic momentum. The Caomiao Village at the foot of the mountain is still the same Caomiao Village, because some people stubbornly maintain its original state, as it has been for decades.
One person, one village.
The grass is luxuriant, the breeze is blowing, nothing has changed, as if nothing can change it.
The battle that decided the fate of the world twenty years ago cannot be done, nor can the catastrophe that happened earlier.
The three words Caomiao Village are a kind of sustenance, deeply imprinted in his heart.
Watching the sunset and the rising moon, Zhang Xiaofan finally recovered his thoughts from the misty past. He was not lonely or sad. He just smiled at the breeze and the bright moon, then turned around and lit the oil lamp to prepare for today's dinner.
With his current level of cultivation, it actually doesn't matter if he doesn't eat for several months, but like an ordinary villager, he insists on eating three meals a day.
Life needs a sense of ritual, which can make him feel at ease and prove that he has not been forgotten by the world.
Not long after, light smoke began to drift out from the chimney that stood crookedly on the simple wooden house, and there was an alluring aroma inside the wooden house.
The three-eyed little gray monkey was jumping up and down on the ground, already impatient.
A plate of green vegetables and tofu, a bowl of meat bones, a bowl of rice, and a pot of wine.
There is a tacit understanding between one person and one monkey. The vegetables, tofu and rice belong to the man, while the meat, bones and wine belong to the monkey.
"Go and bring me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."
In the dim light, along with a clear and pleasant voice, a woman suddenly walked in, sat down at the table, and skillfully instructed the man, as if this scene had happened countless times.
"Oh." The man responded dully, then got up obediently and walked to the kitchen.
The woman held her chin with one hand and tilted her head to look at his back, smiling knowingly and sighing secretly. Her charming and beautiful face was full of beautiful eyes, and she seemed to have thousands of feelings and resentments that she could never tell and express.
She was dressed in aqua clothes, with a golden bell ringing softly on her waist when she swayed, and a simple yet smart sad flower on her fingertips, which complemented her otherworldly nature and soul-stirring beauty, making the whole room bright and colorful.
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"It's obviously the simplest dish, why do you always make it taste so different?" The woman in green shirt took the first bite and was filled with admiration.
The ordinary-looking man smiled slightly and said, "You forgot, I am a cook."
After a pause, he added another sentence and said seriously: "If I had not embarked on this path of spiritual practice, I think I would have become a famous chef."
The woman was startled for a moment, and then said quietly: "It's not that you like cooking, but you can't forget Caomiao Village, Dazhu Peak, and the past!"
Faced with these words that implied accusation and anger, Zhang Xiaofan still looked gentle and indifferent. He glanced at her and said with a smile: "Isn't it as simple as just having a meal when you come here this time?"
"Who's going to come here to see you, you little pony?" The woman in green shirt snorted and said, "My father wants to use your honor to treat your brother for a while."
"Brother?"
Zhang Xiaofan suddenly stood up. This word that he often thought of but felt strange to him evoked memories like a sea wave.
Twenty years!
"I... don't know where he is." After a moment, Zhang Xiaofan shook his head.
"It seems you really don't know anything." The woman in green shirt also shook her head slightly and sighed: "He is back. He appeared in Xiaochi Town more than three months ago. Now there are two paths of good and evil, and all the practitioners in the world are
Everyone is looking for him, especially the monks from Tianyin Temple, they are almost going crazy."
Snapped!
The chopsticks fell to the ground, making a crisp sound in the silent wooden house. Zhang Xiaofan was completely stunned, and his fingers were trembling slightly.
"came back……"
Time passed by, and he didn't know how many years had passed in the blink of an eye. The one who was always tall and majestic in his memory, like a mountain, his only relative in this world was back.
Zhang Xiaofan had so many mixed feelings in his heart that it was difficult to express them. For a moment, he completely forgot that there was another person in the room.
"Snapped!"
There was another sound of chopsticks clashing, but instead of falling to the ground, the woman slapped the chopsticks on the table.
Zhang Xiaofan woke up with a start and looked at her in shock, "Why don't you eat?"
The woman's face was expressionless: "I'm full!"
"You haven't eaten much?" Zhang Xiaofan glanced at his rice bowl.
The woman said calmly: "I ate a lot of energy, you can't see it."
Zhang Xiaofan was speechless and didn't understand why he had offended this aunt again.
The woman in the green dress touched her forehead and sighed: "Although you and Fa Xin are brothers, I don't think you two look alike."
Zhang Xiaofan nodded and agreed naturally: "My eldest brother is unparalleled in talent and is admired by the world. Naturally, I am not as stupid as me."
This time it was the woman's turn to be speechless. After a long while, she said quietly: "That's not what I'm talking about. As a holy monk of Tianyin Temple, he dares to risk the world's disapproval for Lu Xueqi. And you? You are no longer a disciple of Qingyun.
, but still clinging to the boundary between good and evil?"
Unknowingly, her bright eyes were filled with mist. The greatest pain in loving someone is to know each other but not be able to stay together.
"Baguio..."
Zhang Xiaofan raised his feet and shook his arms, as if he wanted to walk over and hold her in his arms, but in the end... he took it all back, and his face was full of helplessness: "After all, I am from the Qingyun Sect, and your father, the Ghost King, is
He is extremely ambitious, and now he has unified the entire demon sect and is ready to move towards the right path. The war is about to break out. How will you and I deal with it then?"
Since Qin Changfeng's departure from the Beast-Slaying King, the world has once again returned to a situation where good and evil are fighting each other. The Ghost King even killed the four ancient beasts as he wished and opened the complete four-spirit blood array. The whole world was in a state of change a year ago.
, the undercurrent is turbulent.
The righteous monks were particularly worried because the Immortal Killing Sword had already been stolen by Qin Changfeng, which meant that they no longer had the power to compete with such ancient power as the Four Spirits Blood Formation.
Even though due to Qin Changfeng, the Daoxuan of Qingyun Sect was not eroded by the Zhuxian Sword and his mind was still the leader of the Proving Dao. Even though Tianyin Temple gradually rose through the use of the holy method he left behind, it is still different from the Four Spirits Blood Formation and the Eight Desolate Mysterious Fire Formation.
Compared with the Zhuxian Sword Formation, it is still as small as dust.
Without a fundamental breakthrough in the path of spiritual practice, manpower cannot smooth out this gap between the great power of heaven and earth.
"What if one day I am no longer the ghost king's daughter?"
Baguio stood up and leaned against the door. The moonlight outside the window and the lights in the house shone on her body. Under the moonlight, her skin looked like the first snow had fallen, and she was as beautiful as a fairy.
Zhang Xiaofan couldn't help but be fascinated by it for a while...
Sometimes fate is really irreversible. Although the time of intersection between them was postponed for more than ten years because of Qin Changfeng's arrival, they still met in the years after Qin Changfeng left.
And this relationship is still a bit bumpy.
"Uncle Zhang, on the orders of our master, we ask you to come out and help the people of the world!"
A sudden sound outside the door woke them both up at the same time. When they looked up, they saw several young men and women wearing Qingyun Sect clothes kneeling outside the door.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaofan didn't say anything, one of the latest generation disciples of Qingyun, a girl in red who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, said loudly: "Juniors also know that Uncle Zhang has been living in seclusion for many years and has not been involved in world affairs, but now the devil is rampant, and the Ghost King Sect is about to grow in power.
Sweeping the world, the situation is in danger, and you are the only one who can save the world today!"
Zhang Xiaofan looked at her vaguely familiar face and asked in a hoarse voice: "What's your name?"
The girl's eyebrows were picturesque and she said respectfully: "Return to Master Zhang, disciple Qi Xiaoxuan."
"Is she the daughter of senior sister and senior brother Qi?"
Zhang Xiaofan's expression changed instantly, and then he waved his hands calmly and said, "You can go, I am no longer a disciple of Qingyun, nor am I your Uncle Zhang."
"Uncle Master..." Several young disciples of the Qingyun Sect looked unwilling and still wanted to dissuade them. The elders in the sect were very secretive about the grievances back then, so they had only heard about it a little bit, but as they were simple-minded and had no experience in the world, it was natural for them to do so.
I think that since everyone is good, it should be just a small grudge and it should be over long ago.
"Hey! I didn't expect you to have a day where the salted fish will turn into a delicious pastry. That's it for today. I'll come back tomorrow night. Remember to prepare two more good dishes."
Baguio Yue smiled sweetly, and the moonlight was like water, gently shining on her shoulders and face, reflecting her soul-stirring beauty.
The male disciples of the Qingyun Sect outside the door were immediately fascinated by the sight. Even the female disciples including Qi Xiaoxuan could not help but be fascinated by the beauty. They recalled the elders in the sect and found that almost no one could compare with it.
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Perhaps... only Uncle Lu, who is said to have a peerless beauty that makes even Buddhist monks fall in love with him, can compete for youth.
Baguio raised her head, feeling somewhat complacent, and stepped out of the threshold leisurely with her hands behind her back before leaving.
At this time, several Qingyun disciples finally came to their senses. One of the male disciples, who looked older, suddenly shrank his pupils, and then he shouted in horror: "It's you, Baguio, the demon girl of the Ghost King Sect!"
Obviously, he had met this beloved daughter of the Ghost King, who is well-known in today's monastic circles, on some occasion.
"What?"
The others were shocked and turned pale. The swords clanged and the sound of the sword being unsheathed was immediately heard.
"Where can the witch go?"
"Tell me, what's the purpose of your coming here? Do you want to do harm to me, Uncle Zhang?"
"No need to talk nonsense. At this time, the Ghost King's daughter must have an ulterior motive for coming to the foot of Qingyun Mountain. Junior Sister Qi, please hurry back to the teacher's door to report the news. Let's hold her back first..."
Facing the accusations and shouts from the juniors in Qingyun, Baguio remained silent and did not take any action. She just turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan and smiled softly, blinking her eyes lightly, as if to say, it's up to you.
"She is here to find me. She has nothing to do with the Qingyun Sect or the path of good and evil. You should hurry back to Qingyun." Zhang Xiaofan explained. In fact, he didn't want to explain more, but he also knew what the fledgling disciple of the right way was like.
He hates evil so much. He also came here like this back then, and the first time he met Baguio, they were very unhappy because of the dispute between good and evil.
"Uncle Zhang, he is a witch from the Demon Cult. How could you..."
"That's enough! There is no Master Zhang here, and there is no righteous way or evil way. Everyone, please leave!"
Zhang Xiaofan waved out his palm, and everyone felt a powerful palm wind coming towards them, like a stormy sea. The small boats like them were unable to resist and were swept hundreds of feet away. They did not land safely until they reached Caomiao Village.
Silence under the night sky!
Even Baguio was surprised. In the past, she only knew that Zhang Xiaofan had inherited most of the Dharma Heart of the No. 1 person in the world twenty years ago. Although he had never taken action, his current cultivation must be extremely high, but he never expected it to be so high.
In such a state, even she was blown away with a palm like the juniors of the Qingyun Sect...
